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me, feeling unfathomable amounts of euphoria:
:3
me, feeling unfathomable amounts of euphoria:
>:3
you and i, we are enemies. but I'm glad we're both having a good time
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âIâm not in the camp that thinks you have to suffer to make good art, but I donât understand how you can make something that is truly authentic in a collaborative environment without tension. Weâre getting better and better at dealing with that.â â Taylor York interviewed by Laura Snapes from The Guardian.
I see Hollywood is now very into the idea of buying something once and then owning it forever and being able to make infinite copies. Which. Isnât quite the message they imparted upon me in my childhood. In the spirit of their own long-held stance:
i must not afternoon nap. afternoon nap is the mind-killer. afternoon nap is the little death that brings total obliteration. i will face my afternoon sleepy tired and permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the afternoon sleepy tired has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain
I MUST NOT AFTERNOON NAP. AFTERNOON NAP IS THE MIND KILLER
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I do love the phrase executive dysfunction bc the image it conjures is of a bunch of people wearing business suits around a long oval conference table arguing with each other to the point where theyâre getting into physical fights, but in the background thereâs just a big empty whiteboard with a To Do list with one item on it and that item is âtake showerâ
two of them got into a heated argument about the order of shower and food and theyâve all left for an extended lunch break using the company card
people from this country are so cool⊠:o
and hot also
You would kill a man for this bedroom
not to be happy online but I love the world so much
sorry if this is too happycore but I love seeing the limitless kindness humanity is capable of
I was showing my class that, contrary to popular belief, divorce rates arenât at an all-time high but actually peaked in the 80s. When I asked them why they thought divorce rates went up so quickly in the 60s-70s, none of them could guess. One guy thought it might be because of all the âfree love,â drugs, etc but I told him it wasnât all hippies getting divorces. Not a single one of them had any idea just how hard it was for women to leave an abusive marriage before the late 1960s at the earliest.
In the late 90s, having secured a permanent and full-time position as a teacher, I applied for a car loan. During the conversation with the credit union rep I was told that I was a risk because I might get married within the 5 year loan period (with the unspoken implication that if this hypothetical marriage were to occur it would immediately result in my becoming a housewife) and that, not entirely linked to the possibility of nuptials, I might also get pregnant (and again, be rendered incapable of paid work.)
I was dumbstruck.
My parents had to go guarantors for the loan. My freaking parents.
I was in my mid-20s. I had a well-paying, secure job. I was single with zero intent to marry, and even if it had been on the cards it sure as fuck wouldnât have been to the sort of person who would immediately insist I quit my job and stay at home.
But apparently, the fact that I was a woman overshadowed all of that stuff. That single factor meant I was a risky prospect and had to get my parents to back me.
It was absolute bullshit.
Dude, women in Ireland were forced to resign from their jobs upon getting married up until 1973
In the late 60s, no-fault divorce became possible, and it spread throughout the US through the 70s.
The combination of âyou do not have to prove to a [male] judge and [mostly-male] jury that your husband is abusive (without being able to afford a lawyer)â and âyou can now have a bank account in your own nameâ did indeed kick off many, many divorces.
Divorce rates are lower now. Marriage rates are also lower now - because, again, women no longer need to get married to get access to a bank account, rent an apartment, own a car, etc.
and even with these advancements women still get paid significantly less and often remain dependent on men for stable and supportive income. thatâs why i hate the âevil gold-diggerâ stereotype because we did not choose to be financially dependent on men. they did.
our founding fathers died so that I could wear thigh-high socks, cute makeup, and go to Walmart. and live.
HERE'S YOUR DAILY REMINDER THAT
AND REMEMBER,
drink water
wipe your ass
be nice to the person who scans your groceries at the grocery store
inconvenience the government
PSAs that border on surrealism
Huh why is there a 666 on the fucking mirror and DAMN THAT TRANSITION-
The 666 is a new number that doesn't confirm his worldview. It's right there, in his face, almost impossible to ignore, but instead of noticing it, he notices the tiny 232 on the toothpaste, thereby further confirming his worldview. This is confirmation bias. He's actively ignoring evidence to validate his personal beliefs, even though they might be wrong. In the last scene, he's even ripped the paper off the mirror, probably to make it easier to ignore.
I tried something similar to this with an old coworker, who swore up and down that horoscopes were real. One day, I decided to read her weekly horoscope to her. She started freaking out, "See?! See?! It's bang on! That's totally me!"
I didn't tell her, but I was reading the prediction for a Taurus. She was a Scorpio, which is, astrologically speaking, the exact opposite of a Taurus.
I know it feels like an understatement but you sometimes make more progress by pointing out that conservatives are fucking rude. going out of your way to call someone the wrong name because you don't like them? rude. childish. this isn't fucking kindergarten, Carl. she said her name is Jennifer. Everybody knows her as Jennifer. You are the one making things confusing. Grow up.
"misgendering is violence": invites discourse over the TraNs DeBatE, puts people on the defensive, opens you up to accusations of liberal snowflakery, comes off as a hypothetical thought exercise
"Who the fuck is Jason? I don't know a Jason. Oh her? You mean Jen? You mean fucking Jen? That's Jen, dipshit." : crystal clear. you're making shit more difficult for everyone because you're a rude manchild.